Chapter 19

Back in Georgia. I arrived at my parents’ two-story brick home that comprised four bedrooms and two and one-half baths. I don’t know why we needed that much space for three people, but that was the home I had spent much of my life in from age eleven until I left for college.

I used my key to enter, “Mom ... dad?” I said as I strolled in with my bag. I took my shoes off and placed them on the shoe rack. My mother was serious about her hardwood floors and didn’t want any scratches on them.

She walked in, dressed in a cute jogging suit, and hugged me, “My favorite child is here.” We laughed.

“Where’s dad?” I asked as we walked into the kitchen. “He went to work.” She replied as she opened the oven, she was baking my favorite sweet potato pies.

“I thought he was on vacation,” I said as I watched her pull the pies out of the oven.

“He is, but you know your father. Someone called and asked for help and he ran to help.”

She handed me a slice of sweet potato pie on a plate, “It’s still hot, but I know you gone eat it anyway.”

I smiled and took the fork and broke the crust open to find the filling inside, I blew it and tasted it, so delicious.

“How’s your cousin?”

“Good.”

“Y’all going out tonight?” She asked with her lips turned over.

I laughed, “I don’t know. Maybe...”

We heard the door open, “Who done parked in my spot?” His baritone sounded, my father tall, dark, bearded, still looked handsome in his late forties ... as did my mother. I walked up to him, “Hey daddy.” He hugged me and kissed the top of my head, “My baby girl.”

“What about me?”

He walked over to kiss my mom, “Oh you know I got some sugar for you.” He smiled, “smells good.”

“I got pies ready. And the food is ready too if y’all wanna eat.”

“Yeah, let me go put my stuff upstairs and get comfortable,” I said and headed to my room.

At the top of the stairs, right off the hall to the left was my room. I put my bag in the closet and looked in my drawer for some sweats and some socks to get comfortable.

I took off my clothes. I heard my cellphone, it was Alessandro, I answered, “Hey babe.”

“I was just checking to see how your flight was.”

“It was fine.” I smiled as I watched his face.

He could see me in my underwear, “Can I see you?” he asked.

“What do you want to see?” I asked coyly.

“All of you.”

I walked over to lock the door and set the phone on my desk as I sat in the chair and gave him a show. He watched as I played with my breasts and touched my gem.

He looked as if he wanted to come through the phone just to taste me, “I miss you so much,” he said.